Author's judgement: 
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We must always be grateful to France for being the birthplace of the Lumiere brothers who, in 1985, made the first public screening and, in fact, invented the cinema. The gratitude then extends to the masterpieces which, in the last century, were made by great directors such as Jean-Luc Godard, François Truffaut, Claude Chabrol, Éric Rohmer, Robert Bresson. In the modern era, contemporary French cinema seems to take another turn and Luc Besson and Patrice Leconte deserve to be remembered. With due exceptions and with due respect, everything else... is boring or little more.
We are not far from this picture with this latest production from across the Alps that has just arrived in Italian cinemas: Welcome to my homeby Philippe de Chauveron. The main protagonists Christian Clavier, Elsa Zylberstein and Ary Abittan enjoy undoubted success in their country but seem very distant and different from the Italian acting school to the point of appearing, by comparison, almost rookies in jeopardy. An irrelevant veil for all the other characters and for the rest of the film which, despite the trailers proposing it as semi-comic, barely elicits a few subdued smiles.
The theme, the screenplay, the desire to once again propose the problems of integration to the general cinema public are saved, of inclusion, of dialogue with “different” people. The plot of the film takes place in the house of a rich, cultured, democratic Parisian couple who are very open to relations with other peoples, with those who struggle for a home or work. To launch one of his books and ensure visibility, during a televised debate, the protagonist announces that he will "open" his house to the first Roma family that should show up at his gate. So it happens and, from that moment, all sorts of things happen.
After the various Welcome to the North or in the South, as it deserves to be remembered, always Made in France, Do not marry my daughters, by now this type of film can be defined as a genre entirely aimed at the difficulties and problems of the difficult coexistence relationships between communities of different religious or ethnic backgrounds, always made in the key of comic comedy. It is a European trend that has been offering us interesting films for some years now. We mention some of them: May it be May it be, Soul Kitchen, The unexpected guest, My big fat Greek wedding and still others. As often happens in reality, there are not a few who, on the one hand, show themselves ready and willing to do something in the name of hospitality, only to be essentially immobile and unable to materialize it. This film takes a good picture of this attitude where it tells, with bitter humor, the unease of those who would like to integrate, dialogue, coexist, but can't or won't.
In its simplicity and essentiality Welcome to my home it scratches at the right point and, given the public success it seems to enjoy in France, it touches raw nerves not only in that country but also in ours. Well worth the ticket.
Note on the Oscars: We wrote about Three posters a Ebbing, Missouri need Call me with your name who have amply deserved the statuettes. Luca Guadagnino's film could have had more attention not only for the screenplay, which is also of a high level, and it was legitimate to expect something more. Unfortunately we have "laundered" other important films that have won. The regret remains for The shape of the water which received sacrosanct recognition while we spared ourselves The darkest hour, perhaps the umpteenth revival of an overly treated historical theme.
